tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post2195290867220955604..comments2024-03-27T14:33:48.768-05:00Comments on Mad for Mid-Century: Mid-Century Modern Home with KidsJustin Clemenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05949903576728674888noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-8576577642492560172012-11-07T00:19:35.662-06:002012-11-07T00:19:35.662-06:00Thanks! Happy reading.Thanks! Happy reading.Mad for Mid-Centuryhttp://www.madformidcentury.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-33890771816470627902012-11-06T18:52:37.821-06:002012-11-06T18:52:37.821-06:00Just found your blog! Love it. This post got to ...Just found your blog! Love it. This post got to me. I feel your pain, brother. I become slightly claustrophobic with our kids' s#$% scattered about. Kellynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-75073271595594330372012-10-15T13:41:25.979-05:002012-10-15T13:41:25.979-05:00In both our cases, I suppose a quilt/blanket is be...In both our cases, I suppose a quilt/blanket is better than the plastic covers my grandparents used to have.Mad for Mid-Centuryhttp://www.madformidcentury.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-58662884661461133492012-10-15T13:40:11.626-05:002012-10-15T13:40:11.626-05:00Yep, Hot Wheels are the killer toy of choice in ou...Yep, Hot Wheels are the killer toy of choice in our house right now too. I've stepped on a few only to have them shoot our from under my foot before I lost my balance. Each time I realized that I just narrowly avoided a huge spilled to the ground, usually with something big and heavy in my hands.Mad for Mid-Centuryhttp://www.madformidcentury.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-91116076003831017832012-10-14T21:16:40.677-05:002012-10-14T21:16:40.677-05:00Oh boo. Reminders for me too. My son is now 14 and...Oh boo. Reminders for me too. My son is now 14 and we live in a decently small home. My toy to look out for was Hot Wheels. OUCH. They really hurt when you step on them. Not to mention they have wheels. A bad tumble for sure.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03635768533679313199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-199117326969617480.post-91958492829483001552012-10-12T20:52:39.922-05:002012-10-12T20:52:39.922-05:00Those pictures capture life with and without child...Those pictures capture life with and without children perfectly! I only thought I was through stepping on Legos when my daughter grew up. Now I have two rambunctious grandsons. (Their mother was an only child, so that in itself is an adjustment.) I used to keep both of them several times a week, but the older one is in daycare now. Undeterred, Grandson #2 seems to have made it his personal goal to create as big a mess alone as the two of them did together, so don't be fooled by the pictures of my house that are posted on my blog. The playroom usually looks just like the "after" photo above...complete with a quilt on the daybed so it doesn't get stained and the buttons don't get torn off.<br /><br />My lips are sealed about the apple juice.Dana@Mid2Modhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03055460107477850683noreply@blogger.com